Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu walked slowly toward Xu Changlin's house. On the way, Zhao Jun recounted everything the old man had told him yesterday.
After hearing the story, Li Baoyu also grew suspicious of the old man's intentions.
After a moment of thought, Li Baoyu suddenly stopped and said to Zhao Jun with a suspicious look, "Brother, Elder Xu isn't planning to lure us into the mountains to rob and kill us, is he?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Jun couldn't help but laugh. "Been reading too many comic books? How much money do you even have on you? Enough for someone to rob and murder you over?"
"What about the tiger cub pelt?" Li Baoyu countered.
Zhao Jun shook his head. "If these four dogs manage to surround it, they'll tear it to shreds in an instant. What pelt would be left?"
The two continued talking as they walked to Xu Changlin's house. When they arrived, they decided it would be too much trouble to bring the dogs inside, so they just stood outside and called for him.
